he could feel his hope wilting.

“Every small, concurrent event had slowed down and assumed an excruciating clari…”

“Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopene…”

“The whole thing feels like a pool of water that I'm trying to hold in my hands.”

“You ever hope for something so much? So much you can't sleep, so much your skul…”